It Was Twenty-Three Years Ago Today . . .

John Lennon and Yoko Ono left the studio they’d been in in New York, and instead of heading to a restaurant, decided to go straight home. It was a warm Monday night, especially for December, and instead of being driven all the way through to the parking area of the Dakota, John and Yoko got out, deciding to walk. Mark David Chapman was hiding in the shadows and as John passed him, he said, “Mr. Lennon?”

John hadn’t even completely turned around when he was shot five times in the back and shoulders by Chapman’s gun, a .38 revolver. John was taken to Roosevelt hospital in the back of a police car, the last word he uttered being, “Yeah,” when a policeman asked if he was John Lennon.

All efforts made to ressucitate him failed, and Joh died twenty five minutes later, at 11:15 PM.

It’s twenty-three years later, and people still gather at the memorial in Central Park, called Strawberry Fields.

We love you, John. And we’ll always remember you.

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one.

I hope somday you’ll join us

and the world will live as

one

–Notes–

Thanks but I’m still really worried. Am I gay? I’m not sure any more. I’m not attracted to guys but… damn, I don’t fu(king know anymore. [RandomLoser]
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Did you light the customary candle? I went and bourght some Hazlenut candles and forgot to light ’em! (same ol’ Dolly, I guess.) RandomLoser, maybe you’re bi? THat’s not a bad thing ya know. More variety. [HyacatDuncan]